Love him or hate him, though most tend to love him, Quentin Tarantino is arguably one of the best and unique filmmakers working today. Even for those haters who say he rips his style and storytelling from past filmmakers, would still find it hard to completely throw out his films as only poor imitations. For the masses though, and a whole bunch of the auteur crowd, he really is a modern day filmic genius. His storytelling, and directorial style, are gripping and always intense, and so with each new film release we can’t help but wait with baited breath to see what he creates next.
With this film being his eighth film to date, and with the word eight in the title, I guess should have maybe been a sign that there was something special with this film. What technically made this film special was either Tarantino started saying it publicly, or the media finally spread the word enough for everyone to know, was that he was only going to make 10 films before moving onto new and different artistic ventures. So the number 8 took on even more significance knowing this would be the third to last Tarantino film we would ever see.
The film itself had everything you come to expect from a Tarantino film. Great dialogue, great performances, a twisting and turning story, filmic rules broken, and an intenseness that often could leave you feeling excited or uncomfortable all at the exact same time. I was pretty tired when watching this film, and so parts felt like they dragged on, but at over 3 hours and basically all set in one room, meant maybe my own tiredness wasn’t all at fault for this feeling of dragging. Though to be fair, that really was my only negative critique on otherwise what can be seen as another masterpiece.
9 out of 10 from me!!!